Anestel

Title: Anestel
Part: 11/?
Author: Esteliel (esteliel@gmx.de)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, d/ssclasclaimer: All the pretty elves belong to Tolkien, I'm just playing
with them and will give them back afterwards.

Feedback is of course as always very very welcome! :)

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Legolas stretched and yawned lazily. He seemed to have slept longer than usual, for the light that fell in through the window was already bright and warm, and the other side of the bed no longer held the warmth of Glorfindel's body. The Noldo had apparently already left to attend to his duties and left Legolas to sleep for some more hours. Next to the bed a pot of hot tea was waiting for him, and Legolas took a few swallows of the bitter brew. He did not like the taste, but he was nevertheless grateful for it since it was a special concoction of Elrond which helped him with the nausea that overcame him in the mornings. Still, even with the tea calming his stomach, Legolas only had to take a look at the various foods on a tray next to him to lose all appetite.

He forced himself to take a pear into his hand and, after he had glared at it with dislike, took a small bite. Sweet, juicy.... and also very disgusting. He frowned and put the pear back, taking a small piece of lembas instead on which he nibbled with a sigh. It was not that he wasn't hungry... he just did not know what it was he wanted. Every time his stomach seemed to have decided on what it wanted, as soon as Legolas began to eat, the desired food turned into something vile and disgusting in his mouth. Lembas worked, although by now Legolas was quite sick of it, and his stomach refused to accept more than a few small pieces. Usually Glorfindel would look at him sternly until he had at least tried some real food, but as Legolas found himself alone in bed, he decided on just drinking his tea and glaring at the fruits.

"Do you think you can kill them this way?" an amused voice asked from the door.

Legolas sighed. "They are already dead," he complained sullenly. "And I don't like them. They make me sick, and I think they enjoy it!"

"Now, little one, how can they enjoy something when they are already dead?" Glorfindel teased while he slowly stepped forward.

"They don't like me, and I don't like them!" Legolas was pouting, throwing baleful glances at the tray and looking utterly adorable to Glorfindel, who sat down beside him and pulled him into his lap.

"Evil fruits!" the Noldo chided playfully, "How can they not like the most beautiful Sindar of Middle Earth?"

With a soft laugh Legolas relaxed into the embrace. "You will not make me eat them then?"

Glorfindel sighed at the youth's hopeful look. He had tried to force him to eat, but it did not work, his body refused to accept the food. Slowly and patiently feeding him small pieces of fruit, that worked, and together with the lembas, it was enough to ensure the survival of both the Sindar and the child, but he was still painfully thin. Too thin for both Glorfindel's and Elrond's liking, but not even the tea Elrond brewed could help Legolas to keep the food down.

"No, I will not," Glorfindel said, and Legolas rewarded him with a relieved smile. "Nevertheless you will at least try to eat something for lunch!" he ordered, and Legolas groaned, which earned him a stern look.

"Yes, I will try, my Lord..." he sighed. "The way you are obsessed with food, one would think you are not the seneschal but the cook of Imladris..."

"Careful, roch-neth nîn!" Glorfindel warned, though his warm voice and the laughter in his eyes belied his words, "you already know what my hands feel like on your bare bottom!"

Legolas blushed. Oh yes, he remembered...and the worst thing about it was that he was not sure whether he wanted to experience it again or not.
"I will eat!" he promised quickly, then pressed himself closer to Glorfindel's body. "Will you stay until it's time for lunch? You promised to sing me the lay of Leithian..."

With a smile Glorfindel raised a hand to gently caress Legolas' cheek, causing the young elf to move into his touch, giving a soft, almost purring sound of contentment.

Glorfindel chuckled. "So tactile, so eager for my touch, pen-neth -- you please me very much. Yes, I will sing for you... but first, let me touch you. Let me feel the way my child is growing within you..."
He rested his hands against Legolas' belly, caressing the warm skin slowly with his fingertips. Legolas' condition still wasn't visible if he wore clothes, but without clothes the growth inside him was obvious. In the month since Glorfindel's return, his belly had been swelling more each day -- and Glorfindel, to his own surprise, had discovered that he not only found the way the youth's stomach curved beneath his hands very arousing, but that the Sindar himself was affected by these changes in a most peculiar way. At first, Glorfindel had thought that it might have been caused by his long absence, but the weeks passed and still Legolas did not return to his former behaviour. No, Glorfindel now found a very willing, very sensual lover in his bed. Legolas craved touch... and he had grown sensitive, was very quick to arouse and would hungrily submit to whatever games Glorfindel had devised.

And once again now, Legolas sighed beneath his touch, stretched and made soft little sighs and purring sounds which reminded Glorfindel of a kitten.

"Tell me, roch-neth, would you like me to take you?" he breathed into an ear, taking a malicious joy in the whimper this produced. "I could take you like this, without any preparation, make your body surrender to me as I force my hardness into you, make you tremble with pain and lust... you wouldn't fight me, would you? No, you would enjoy it, pen-neth, I know you would. Your body knows its master, it longs for it... do you not ache for me? I want to fill you, little one, I want to push myself into your heat with fast and rough strokes, take you so hard that you will tremble for hours after..."

"Ai!" Legolas moaned. His eyes were closed, his body shuddering, pressing back into Glorfindel's body. "Please, my Lord! Do not tease me!"

"Tell me what you want, little one. If you beg prettily, I might give it to you..."

"Take me, please! I want you inside me, so deep and hard that it feels as if you are burning my insides!" Legolas sobbed, writhing in Glorfindel's embrace.

The golden-haired Lord smiled. "You are so beautiful like this -- you know not how much you tempt me. Alas, I promised to sing you the lay of Leithian, and I will not break my promise! Afterwards, if I am not too exhausted, I might enjoy your body..."

Legolas whimpered softly. Glorfindel's words had aroused him so much that his hardness was already leaking against his belly, and it would just take a few touches to trigger his release. But that release was not granted, instead Glorfindel's arms tightened around his body, preventing him from moving, and the Noldo's golden voice rose in the old, sad song of Beren and Lúthien Tinúviel.

tbc...

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pen-neth = young one
roch-neth nîn = my colt
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